Desire

Part 12 - pancakes & boredom

**NOTE** This chapter does NOT contain smut 

WC: 860

Summary: You stress out about the upcoming event and send a slutty picture to Tamaki.

Includes: plot

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Tamaki has since texted that the event will be next Thursday. Instructions about dressing up and limousine arrival times have since followed. You're equally parts nervous and excited. You know how to conduct yourself in public, know how to chat and mingle and wear a damn nice dress. But what you don't know is these people. You mean- they're famous! The heroes of the city, probably clad in jewels or something pretentious.

But you look on the bright side and hope you'll meet a new friend there and try not to think about the event too much in the days leading up to it.

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Thursday morning treats you well. Your day off brings the sun streaming in softly through your windows and the blissful sound of silence in place of a screeching alarm clock. You sigh, nuzzling further into the pillow, your only wish being that you had a husband to serve you breakfast in bed. 

Husband?

These thoughts had been creeping up on you all week. One second you would be doing pull ups at the gym and the next thinking about your wedding. And it wasn't with a specific person either. It was just the idea of commitment that being-asked-to-be-somebody's-girlfriend brings up. You couldn't shake it no matter how many times you told yourself it was borderline love-bombing.

Sighing, you roll yourself out of bed, tugging your tank top straps back into place. You haven't seen Vicky since that day with Tamaki and you're desperate to tell her everything that has happened. Well maybe not everything. But a lot. So, you call her.

"Hey girl"! Her voice rings out joyfully over the phone. You grin, stuffing some pancakes into your mouth.

"Hi Vicky. You up to chat"? You drizzle more syrup over your homemade breakfast, hoping that she's free even if only for ten minutes.

"Yeah y/n, what's up"? Her voice is soothing.

"Tamaki asked me to be his girlfriend", you blurt, words garbled a bit from the food in your mouth.

"Really?! Good for you! You- said yes right"? Her voice is accusatory. Your eyes narrow.

"You didn't even like him a week ago", you say pointedly. "But yes", you say with a blush, acting as if you're a teenager who just got to hold the hand of her crush. Vicky squeals over the phone, ignoring your accusation.

"So it's official", she sighs dreamily and you nod. Upon realizing she can't see you, you mumble an equally dreamy 'yeah' into the phone.

"He even invited me to one of his posh pro-hero events".

"Ooo fancy. When? And can I go"? She asks eagerly. You snort.

"Tonight and no Vicky, a plus one cannot bring their own plus one". Although you really wish you could.

"Also you never told me loverboy was a pro-hero". You can feel her pout through the phone.

"Stop calling him that", you say, mockingly annoyed.

"Never ever", she says, jokingly solemn. You sigh.

"I'm worried Vicky", you finally admit, reaching for a paper towel.

"About"? She seems interested enough that you continue.

"That I won't fit in or that they'll all think of me weird cause I'm a stripper", you mumble, slightly preoccupied with dabbing up the spilled syrup from your table and slightly self-conscious.

"Well what does Tamaki think about you being a stripper"? Her voice is tinged with anger like she thinks she already knows the answer. Surprisingly she's wrong.

"He thinks it's... good", you hesitate with a slight laugh. You feel her wary nod of approval over the phone and she lets out a reluctant sigh.
"Look y/n, he sounds good and this event sounds like it'll have a ton of free food. You'll be fine, I promise". She says it seriously and you know that she means it. You smile.

"Thanks Vick", you say slyly.

"Don't fuckin' call me that y/n", she says warningly and you laugh.

"Bye bye Vick", you grin, hanging up and cutting off her complaints in the process.

What would you do without her?

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The day drags on boringly once the excitement of eating yummy pancakes for breakfast subsides and you're left staring into your closet for an evening dress. Running your eyes over the hangers of lingerie you've collected over the years, you get an idea. It's a little dirty, a little teasing, and a lot sexy.

You grab an indigo set, the color not a lot different from Tamaki's irises. It's not complex like the previous indigo set but it'll certainly do the job. It's a brassiere and lacy, barely-there panties. Everything is on the verge of see-through and looks absolutely divine on you.

Laying out prettily on your pink sheets, you take out your phone and snap a couple pictures of yourself. You don't include your face in them, mostly showing your body; the curve of your ass and the smooth skin of your midriff. And then you swipe through them, pick one that has you in the most compromising position and send it to Tamaki. Smirking to yourself, you change back into pajamas to ponder your wardrobe choice for the night as you await the shy boy's response.